Teleportation

So many pages written about the end of the world,
thus there is no more spare room in the brain for them.
How would you approach it?
Hidden in a cathedral, surrounded by false believers?
With your folks, at home, sitting around the table?
In the porch swing, drinking costly wine?
It's original.
In no place and any place.
Alone, in a black hole.
Aha, it seems you've hidden before God.
What cheer!
Lamentably.
A sudden teleportation in a better place.

poem by Marzena Mackojc, translated by Dan Costinaş
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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